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have wanted. He would be so proud of you.”
She fumbled in her pocket, her hand trembling. “I’m working at a café downtown. Hostessing. I wanted to make a donation. My first one. From my paycheck.”
She held out her hand. In her palm was a single crumpled five-dollar bill.
I looked at the crumpled bill in her hand, then smiled—a continue reading …
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